Shoulder Kisses Novels & Stories

Every corner reeked of someone trying to forget the dirt they came from. And there he was. Dmitri. Sitting in his overpriced leather chair, sipping vodka like he didn’t have a damn target on his back. So casual. So stupid. He didn’t even see me until I was right in front of him. “Who the fu—” Too late. My knife drove into his shoulder, deep. He howled, dropping the glass, vodka spilled everywhere, soaking his custom white suit in red blood was fucking art to me. He scrambled for the gun on his desk, but I kicked it away and then slammed him back into his chair.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

He leaned over to kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips. Naomi’s eyelashes twitched, and she fell onto the bed with him. His kisses spread all the way from her lips, down to her neck, and ended on her shoulders. It felt very strange, but she did not dislike the sensation. His gentleness chased the fear in her away, perhaps because that person was him, the man she loved deep down.

Camila No man should be able to wipe away every drop of sorrow with a kiss, but Asher manages it without effort. It’s only our third kiss, but he kisses me like we’re familiar lovers, finding the perfect way to angle our mouths and pressing his tongue on mine just how I like it. “Asher,” I whisper. “Do you want me to stop?” He kisses my shoulder, moving the strap of my dress down my arm until it drapes on my elbow. His mouth explores the new patch of untouched skin. “Say the word, ptichka. I’ll do as you ask.”

One of his hands left her waist and went up to her face, stroking her soft skin. Then his hand went down to her shoulder. He caressed it gently and then he pushed the thin strap of her dress down, exposing her shoulder completely. He broke off their kiss and bent down to kiss her bare skin. He kissed it slowly. She felt his breath on her skin and it made her shiver slightly. His kisses moved to the side of her throat. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to one side so that he could move his kisses up and down her throat however he pleased.

He slowly slides my tank top strap down my arm. “Stop that” I laugh, putting it back on my shoulder. “Stop what?” He places a soft kiss on my shoulder, next to the strap. “That. There’s people here Dan” I quickly kiss his cheek, turning away from him. He grabs my waist, pulling my back to his chest. “Dan-“ “Shhh, why does it matter if there’s people here?” He whispers, leaving more soft kisses on my neck.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

The tension between us shifted, no longer just filled with anger or guilt, but something softer… something deeper. His touch wasn’t rushed. It was slow, deliberate, like he wanted me to feel every second of it, to understand exactly what he meant without saying a word. My fingers tightened slightly against him as I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. “Karen…” I whispered, not even sure what I wanted to say. Slowly, he kissed my shoulder, his lips warm and deliberate against my skin. My whole body froze as a sharp, electric sensation shot through my nipples — sudden, intense, and impossible to ignore.

- saying he snuggled more and entered his warm hand under my lose t-shirt wanted to feel me bare. I stopped struggled, let him hold me , my one hand also wrapped around his shoulder, he opened his eyes, as our eyes locked, he closed his face and pressed his lips on me, it's gentle, I clench the fabric of bed sheet. He swiftly removes my t-shirt over my head, and kissed the scar on my shoulder, he always does this whenever we got intimate; next he kissed my earlobe sending shiver to my skin, his hide his face in nape of my shoulder, stayed there for a few seconds.

As his hands pulled her hair and put it on her one shoulder, she shivered as cold air hit her body. she felt his lips on her shoulder ,he continued kissing all over her neck and back of her shoulder and his hands snuck around her waist even tighter squeezing it a little, she mumbled, "Ethan, I -i think we should freshen up". The sensation between her thighs intensified as she inhaled unevenly, and suddenly she felt warmth leaving her body. "I think we should freshen up, wifey", he said as he turned to face her and began to take off his white t-shirt. He then blinked at her as if nothing had happened.